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I wanted you to notice me
I keep lying to myself
And everyone that tries to help me
All I want’s to be alone
But then I whine out and say I’m lonely

to life and that's on the real
So you better snitch on your partner
[Inmate:]
Fuck that! It was Brad Dawg, I ain't goin out by myself

Niggas gettin caught,

yourself wrong by not knowing the tune
The semblance of your order and the song is ruined
Honey dripping from the hive
Tattoos and soul jive
Find myself

a scholar
All these snakes in my lawn want my features for my numbers
Call me crazy I know
I'm surrounded by my brothers and they love their snow
If you think

I been slowing dancing these thoughts for too long
A list so big, it wouldn’t fit the fucking song
I've been eaten alive by these fucking cockroaches

foot
Stopped by the mirror and told myself that I look good (Huh)
Then I introduced my shoes to the hardwood (The hardwood)
Found my happiness like

Ain’t no blaming on the environment or the society?
We not defined by where we from or live
Mum and Dad ain’t gon do it for us but us
No politicians won’t

myself
Bury the evil inside of me probably not good for my health
What about everything else 
Bury my self deprecation and all my self hatred will bury

communicate my problems wit da folks that I'm missing
Cuz I'm too afraid of being judged by the people that I love
So we don't talk about them things that we

you know what it is! We're playing some go fish with 3D BLAST!

Hey there. It's me! Three Dee Blast here.
Yes it is
As you know... I'm the king of all

songs

I feel misleaded by myself 
I tried to explain
But there's no one to talk to

But these voices I've been hearing in my dome
Kill kill kill kill

da da da da oh
La da da da da
Whoa
Da da da 
Whoa
Mmm

The truth is I still think about you all the time and 
The proof is I wrote a song about you

who get what these songs do
I got the soul that your mirror wants
I got the eyes that the mirror haunts
I keep my mind when the days are tough
By

the smartphone, leave the whores and networks)
They don't have the blame (That goes)
If not, all those who are behind
Letting this happen
Instead of teaching

Had to stand on ten toes by myself (Yeah)
When I up, ain't no running for help (Nah)
Bullets burning and making you melt (Melt)
But my bible still up

I sent a message to myself
For my health, for my wealth
Know you're wrong, all along
Don't forget that simple song

This feeling won't stop won't its

Baby, all day long 
I hear your favorite song 
Why is the radio 
Full of ghosts who won't move on?
I hold the night so dark
In these empty arms

practicing, asking you out in my head but some day I'm gonna Have to bring myself together, don't wanna be stuck on you forever, use this song as the packaging,

on to love too tight
And I took you
By your orders I pulled down the house we built
And maybe it's you
Maybe it's women
Maybe it's me
It's all on me

Fallin’ all over the place
Put that record, pressed play
We were slayed by the guitar
I couldn’t have it any other way

Chorus

High and dry,
He slipped

Wont stop tho
Going up Imma paint the picture picasso 
These songs are my work and this is my art show 
I listen to myself with every step is where

I was alone on a shelf
In a world by myself
Oh, where could my prince charming be
But a man came along
Made my life like a song
And taught me these

and seek my teeth into your reasons
Breathing by myself now, got lungs of my own
Spending weekends with air, and a dial tone
Tracing pillows for your face,

to my conscience 
Now I need you by my side
The way I see you is a curse
Then it's a blessing 
How can I keep this to myself
But still hope you get